Hybrids. Humans with animal genes weren't rare these days. You were one yourself. Everything was possible, from cat-hybrids to bird-hybrids. So nothing was a suprise for you.

Exept when you saw him. Simon Riley, half snow tiger. His head wore two proud tiger ears and his tail was calm, not even twiching when he walked up to you.

You were sitting on the couch, injuried. Simons eyes instanty wandered to your wounds. "So, you're the one who needs to be patched up?" His voice calm and colected.